it was either nova’s best idea to let sunmi go to hui’s birthday fan meet or the absolute worst. regardless, it gave her something to do that day and it allowed her to actually spend the day with somin with no issue. when questioned, she told her manager that she used to be in nova as a trainee and she got tickets to enter hui’s birthday fan meeting as well. he didn’t question somin’s appearance with sunmi into the building afterwards.
because she wasn’t a “regular” fan, sunmi was ushered backstage. presumably the same route hui would have taken earlier as everyone filed in for the meet. she didn’t tell him she was coming. it was definitely a surprise.
the fans reaction to sunmi’s arrival on stage was loud. surprisingly so for a room of less than 100 people. she waves, going over to the per_se leader who had turned around to see what was causing the commotion. and his expression was priceless.
sunmi rushes over to him for a big hug, laughing at him. “i surprised you didn’t i?” she asks him before remembering that he was given a microphone for communication. she picks it up, turning it on so she can half address him and the fans. “i bet my appearance was a surprise, no?” she laughs. huidong is attempting to keep a straight face. she hands him the microphone. she stands and bows to the crowd. “hello! i’m and*roma’s leader darae.”
a member of the staff brings her a chair so she can sit next to huidong. she came before the fans were to line up to meet him so that she wouldn’t be cutting into any of their time with him. she would have felt awful if that was the case. now next to him, she reaches to pull on his cheek. “ah, it’s so squishy!” hui gently swats her hand away, still trying to retain a straight face but she can see she’s getting him to smile.
“i got you something!” she announces in her own microphone that staff provided her. hui hums, his brows going up in interest. she goes into her bag and produces a flower crown and she can see hui look like he wants to disappear in that moment. fans chant for him to put it on. he’s basically cornered. he can’t say no to sunmi’s gift so she puts it on him with a smile. “ah~~ you look so handsome!” she teases, pinching his cheek again. he pokes her side and she squeals, running away from him. huidong is now resigned to having his photo taken with the crown on. sunmi moves to take her own photos. she’s definitely posting this on instagram later.
she moves to kneel in front of his table, looking up at him with wide eyes. she gets a laugh out of him this way. sunmi knew that the minute she and somin walked in that hui expected them to be pulling all sorts of antics. it was definitely giving him enough to be embarrassed about.
“huidong oppa!” sunmi said. she projected her voice so everyone in the room could hear her even without the mic on her. “i’m your biggest fan!” she laughs along with him. hui offers to sign her forehead. sunmi dares him too. so he does. simple as that. sunmi cracks up at her own reflection on her phone. she smacks his shoulder playfully. “i can’t believe you did that!”
they break in their silliness to actually perform some fanservice aside from just posing for photos together. they dance to a snippet of treasure and pepe. they also do some other trendy group dances together. soon sunmi is bowing towards the fans and thanking them for having her there. they speak to one another, away from the microphones so no fans will overhear. she promises that she and somin will be back for him so they can go out to eat. once they settle on times and a place, somin and sunmi depart. sunmi dances her whole way to exiting the stage, laughing with her arm around somin until they’re out of there.
somin-noona, I don't think I have thanked you properly for everything you have done - for taking me under your wing at soundbox and teaching me everything you can about dancing, for taking care of me like I'm your very own little brother/son, and for continuously cheering us on. I feel honored to be able to share to you (and the class) everything that I have learned thus far, and I'm happy to hear that you have enjoyed my class. You're one of the reasons why I'm where I am right now, and I'll always be thankful. I'll always be your little sehunnie, right? I promise to visit soundbox soon!
P.S to everyone looking for dance classes to attend, check out soundbox! ♥️
he was the most least violent person and this self defense class was really something that pushed him to do and learn things that he might not have cultivated otherwise. it was only the basics of hapkido and they focused quite a bit on form in order to make sure that movements were able to be properly executed. however, seongwu was a bit of a loss when it came to moving his body if it wasn’t for working out and this required a bit of coordination he’d never worked on as well as flexibility. he’d already been flipped by his first partner and now moving onto his next partner, just from the way she stood, he was pretty sure that he would be feeling what it felt like to have the mat hit his back again.
“hello!” he greeted, his hand raising to wave despite the slight stinging between his shoulder blades. his hand extended towards her in his natural friendly nature. “i’m seongwu. you’re my new partner, right?”
Eric had already realised that no matter how much he complained to Baekhyun about his role as an assistant it wasn’t going to make a difference as the higher ups at the company had been the ones to assign him and not the idol. He also felt slightly ungrateful as he was sure there were plenty of others who would have killed to be in his position, but Eric just didn’t feel like he was the right person for this particular class. Maybe one of the others but not this one.
But there was no changing it. He couldn’t exactly go against company orders without coming off as a bad trainee, lazy or maybe some other thing like that.
So instead he was left absolutely humbled watching the skills of some of the people in the class. Granted some were newbies at martial arts much like himself, but some people were definitely not new to the sports.
“That was so good!” he exclaimed with a gasp upon watching one of the students execute a perfect toss, just as Baekhyun had described using Eric’s body. That was the only thing he was good at in this situation after all: getting tossed around without taking damage. “You’re so cool!” he continued the compliments, completely forgetting his role as teacher assistant for a moment.
He was well versed on being cute and fabulous most of the time. So he liked to think he was well versed in fashion accessories and the girl next to him at the booth had the most styunning necklace. He grinned and decided to compliment. “I love your necklace!” he exclaimed, with a wide grin. She seemed so fashionable that even jongsuk was intrigued. He leaned close and grinned widely. “I love your fashuon sense in general”
Happy Holidays! I hope you enjoyed this classic Christmas tale with Somin and Jaemin. You said you liked Christmas stuff, so I obviously ran with it! I hope that we can plot or just chat together sometime in the future. This was not only fun to write, but getting to know what your muse is like was a bit of a rabbit hole for me. Most of all, I hope that you enjoy your holidays and that you spend time with your family, friends, or any other people you hold close to your heart. Enjoy your break, lovely!
Jingle Bell Rock!
AU - Canonverse (Jaemin and Somin are already buddies AU!)
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“What do you mean you’ve never really experienced the holidays?”
Jaemin shoots out of his seat, as if he’s been struck by a jolt of electricity. With a straight face, Somin simply blinks at the show Jaemin is making out of seemingly nothing. An aggressive finger finds a way to her face. “We are going to do the most stereotypical holiday experience,” Jaemin swings his arms out as if he’s about to burst into a goofy musical number. “I’m talking corny Christmas movie! We need the food, the lights, the cold, and the events!” His boisterous outburst is causing other patrons at the little cafe they’re at to look on with anger. Swiftly and quietly, Somin slams the over-the-top boy back into his seat. She shushes him and slouches back in her chair in embarrassment. “Sounds dumb…” She flashes a smirk. “… But I guess you can count me in.” Jaemin lets out one final hooray before he shoots out of his seat and drags her out into the snowy street.
“Okay, so the first thing we need to do is get hot cocoa so we can carry it with us through this snow-filled city!” He confidently announces. When he turns to Somin for her thoughts, she raises an eyebrow. “We just left a cafe, Nana.” She states bluntly. With a nervous chuckle, Jaemin marches to the cafe across the street. “Yeah, but I thought everyone in there was going to murder me,” he admits. Without throwing on their coats, they quickly cross the street to get out of the cold. The two of them are relaxed as the warmth of the indoors surrounds them once again. Oozing with his usual greasy flirtatiousness, Jaemin flashes a smile at the barista. “Hey,” he says in a “cool” voice. “My friend,” he nods in Somin’s direction, “and I need your finest hot cocoa. You think you can do that for me?” The barista rolls her eyes and tells him that they only have one type of hot cocoa. Letting his face fall, he shrugs. “Whatever, so long as it has marshmallows, we’re okay.”
After getting their warm cups of hot cocoa with extra marshmallows, they put their coats on to once again face the freezing cold. “Okay, Somin, you’re graceful, right?” Jaemin shoots a grin in her direction, as he opens the door for her. What a strange question, she thinks. Somin is a dancer, so one could say that. “Yeah, I guess,” she says. Her voice wavers as the cold breeze bursts for a moment. “Good! I’m not, so at least one of us will look cool,” Jaemin laughs as he starts leading the way. They pass by all of the store fronts on the main boulevard. As they walk in silence, the lights glitter along storefronts and the shiny red tinsel adorns even the plain streetlights. Somin’s eyes excitedly scan over the decorations. The warmth of the cup of hot cocoa spreads from her fingertips to her face. A small, warm smile develops on her face, seemingly beyond her control. These small actions bring joy to people simply walking from place to place.
When the destination they seem to be heading towards is in sight, her thoughts immediately are interrupted. “An ice skating rink!” She excitedly gasps. Her pace picks up and soon she’s the one leading Jaemin. “I’m glad you’re excited,” he sighs out. “I’ll be honest. I fall on my butt too often to find this too fun.” Picking his energy back up, he pushes Somin to go faster. “But! This is a traditional holiday activity so we have to do it!” In a rush, they quickly get to the worker to rent some skates and gain entry to the rink. After slipping into their skates, Somin is up and ready to go. “Let’s go, Jaemin!” Jaemin, fumbling with his laces, groans. “I’m coming. I’m coming!” Nearly tumbling over as he gets up, Somin quickly grabs Jaemin’s arm. “Wow, you weren’t kidding. You really are bad at this.” She flashes him a cheeky smile. “I’ll help you as much as I can… for a bit.”
Guiding him to the ice, she steps on first and puts out her hand for him. “Okay, take my hand and I’ll help keep you balanced.” With a nervous face, Jaemin reluctantly puts a foot out to step on the ice. As he almost wipes out, Somin grips onto his hand as tight as she can to keep him from face planting. “Come on, Nana!” She groans as she helps him to an upright position. With a whine, Jaemin asks if he can just sit and watch. “No way! You’ll ruin my holiday experience, man,” she teases. “Now, let’s take little glides.” She helps him start to take his first glides, before he’s back to almost falling flat. Breaking his hand away from hers, he clumsily sails to the wall of the rink. “Go on without me, Somin!” He dramatically cries. “Go skate your heart out!” Raising an eyebrow, Somin can’t help but ask, “Are you sure?” With a somber nod, Jaemin reassures her that it’s for the best. “If you say so,” Somin gives in.
Skating seems to come naturally to her. The natural balance that one needs isn’t something Somin lacks. At first she skates a couple of laps, but she soon finds it boring. She can do more than just skate in circles! Feeling an overwhelming feeling of energy and excitement, Somin tries her best to dance on the ice. While she’s a trained hip-hop professional, the beauty of dance is the same principles: time, space, energy, and shape. Applying these principles, Somin performs a modern dance. Her arms flowing and sometimes matching her glides, she skates past the sea of people. When she skates past Jaemin, he cheers for her as loud as he can. She can’t help but laugh at him still clinging to the wall, while she’s basically performing on ice. As she starts to feel worn out, she returns back to him. “Wow! That was amazing! How do you do that!” Jaemin cries out. She just laughs and guides him back to the exit. Collapsing on to his knees, he praises the floor and strips his skates off in record time. “Okay! Let’s head to our final destination.”
As they walk down another crowded street, they endlessly talk about Somin’s amazing dancing skills, both on and off the ice. “Maybe you should try becoming an ice skater,” Jaemin mentions. “You could easily do it!” Somin appreciates her friend’s enthusiasm but laughs him off. “I think your brain is still jumbled up from fear, silly.” All Jaemin can do is roll his eyes at her. His eyes stop on a shop. “Hold on.” He stops Somin with his hand. In a dead stop, she watches him run into an unknown shop. As quickly as he ran in, he’s running out with a bag of goodies. Pulling out a sugar cookie shaped like a reindeer, he hands it to Somin. “I got us some cookies to treat us on our walk to the main event!” She happily takes the cookie and takes a bite of the classic sugar cookie. The flavor isn’t anything new but it’s nevertheless delicious. Still chewing, Somin asks, “What is this main event anyway?” With a cheeky grin, Jaemin says, “You’ll see.”
“Here, we are!” Jaemin announces. Somin looks around the crowded plaza. There are people everywhere; families, friends, and couples standing around. Towards the center, there’s a giant Christmas tree in the center of this plaza but there aren’t any lights lit up. They’re so far away from the giant tree that she can’t tell if there are even lights on it. A chorus sings Christmas carols acapella, which makes the bleak plaza seem a bit more upbeat. “Uh, are you sure this is the right place?” Somin asks her grinning friend. “Yes, yes, yes! It should be in a couple minutes, I think–” Jaemin gets quickly cut off by the sound of loud jingle bells. The two spin around to see a sleigh being pulled through the crowd by real reindeer. There’s a man dressed like Santa waving at the crowd. Like a kid, Jaemin jumps up and down. “It’s Santa, Somin!” He excitedly waves to the fake Santa. Somin laughs and waves at “Santa”, as Jaemin’s outburst somehow caught the old man’s eye.
After Santa moves through the crowd, he stands up on a stage by the Christmas tree. “Ho, ho, ho!” His low voice echoes in the microphone. “Welcome, boys and girls!” Somin flashes her eyes to Jaemin. His eyes are twinkling and he’s looking onward like he believes it’s the real Santa. While she doesn’t really understand, she still laughs and goes back to looking at the Santa. “Thank you all for coming out to this wonderful event. I know you all must be on the nice list, since you’re all here!” The Santa laughs. “I think I know one thing that you all want that isn’t necessarily on your wish list. So, without further ado,” he pauses before flamboyantly pulling a lever. “Merry Christmas!” As if his wishes willed it so, the lights on the Christmas tree begin lighting up. The ones at the bottom fade in. The light dazzlingly dances to the top of the tree. The colorful, delicate ornaments adorning the enormous tree come into view as the multi-colored lights illuminate them. As the lights get brighter, finally the star on top is shot on. A beacon of light, the star glitters and flashes at the crowd.
A light delicate snow starts to fall on them. Somin’s eyes look like they’re looking at the Milky Way, with all of the lights twinkling and dancing. She had never seen a tree so beautiful, so bright, and somehow so warm. Looking at the lights shine and the ornaments gleam, Somin is amazed. She can’t blink, with fear that she’ll miss a new ornament she didn’t see before. Nevertheless, with her eyes closed and smiling to herself, she reflects. These moments make her cherish what she has and makes her excited for what’s to come. The year had been one of trials and tribulations, but there had also been so many good things. Heck, she got engaged this year! Who knows what the next year will bring? She hopes that she can have another amazing holiday time with her friends and family, like she got to today. Softly, Somin pokes Jaemin’s arm for his attention. With a bewildered look, he looks at her. “Thank you, Jaemin. Thank you for showing me this,” she delicately whispers. With a big grin, Jaemin teasingly tousles her hair. “So you do like the stereotypical holiday experience, Somin?”
there were only a couple of flyers left in his hand at this point, thankfully, so the teenager was getting rather desperate just to thrust them at people to get rid of them. it was already starting to get dark, and his stomach was rumbling to boot and he was quite ready to get out of this cold weather and eat something warm. his mother’s home cooking sounded lovely right about then, his mouth watering just thinking about it. yes, after he was done with this, he was going to beg her to cook something nice to warm him up again after these literal hours of torture giving out flyers no one wanted and having to deal directly with people.
“would you like a flyer?” his routine was rehearsed well at this point, an innocent smile on his face as he held out one of last few flyers towards the woman, “it has all the information about kt entertainment that you could ever want.” he was really trying to sell the ‘innocent child’ look at the moment, people usually felt bad for him and were more likely to take something if he looked like a cute kid.
